Best tip you’ve ever received: “In 1982, a guy dropped a $5 bill on the bar and walked out. I thought he thought it was a $1 bill so I chased him all the way down to the stop sign to give it back. He said, ‘No that’s yours. We had fun there.’ Back then you got a penny for a tip or a nickel or whatever they didn’t put back in their pocket. In ’82, nobody left a tip on the bar. In ’79 we still had dime beers, so the old guys would pick up that dime because it was worth another drink.”

If you weren’t a bartender you’d be: “I love music. I’d love to be a musician but I don’t have a voice and I can’t carry a tune or play an instrument. So that’s that.”

Hardest part of being a bartender: “Trying to understand people.”

A bartender’s best friend is: “Regular customers.”

A bartender’s worst enemy is: “A guy that walks in and doesn’t talk. I’ve been bartending some nights when you’re alone and a guy walks in and doesn’t say anything, so you’ve got to ask and ask him to talk. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. … Then of course, after he leaves, 20 people will walk in (laughs).”